She is gone

She passed away last night…
he was holding gently
her old fragile hand ,
her silently weeping eyes
she opened them twice ,
was she looking for him
still worried for him……
now he had silver hair
receding hairline
worries abundant
cloud bursts often
life had no mercy
it orphaned him now
his tears dried up
with assaults so many….
memories of gone years
will return to haunt ,
his first step with her
his smiles and her tears ,
of happiness and fear
lest he should not
trip and fall…
now though he stands firm
small paunch and grey hair ,
she continued to care
for dreams turn nightmares ,
she was a mother
in her nineties
fragile as a feather…..
it has not sunk in him
his losses countless ,
fiscal deficits
tangible measured
intangible suffered ……
now her room is vacant
her clothes dry on line ,
but she is gone
just her warmth around ,
she will continue to bless
from world apart
this side of the fence
he feels the void intense……
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